Name
I wear your namelike worn-out old sneakers
where the colour has faded,
the edges are frayed
and the memory of you
hardly seems real anymore.
I hold on to it,
it is my box of trinkets,
my precious little treasure
that keeps me safe
and links me to a past
I never really outgrew.
Some nights I wake up screaming,
my heart pounding in my chest
with a grief so deep
it threatens to destroy me
I reach out into the darkness
to find what is missing
and then I remember,
your name
on a chain around my neck
weighing me down like an anchor
but I know
I will wear it nonetheless.
Poetry by Nathalia
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Written on 2023-02-25 at 15:51
Tags Love  Loss  Memories 
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